Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Seychelles and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Letta Mbulu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Busters,
Gerry Rafferty,
a-ha,
Joy Division,
New York Dolls,
Colin Newman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Misunderstood,
JFA,
Radiohead,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Little Man,
Infiniti,
Country Teasers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Prince Buster,
Visage,
The Neon Judgement,
Subhumans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sparks,
David Bowie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker,
Heaven 17,
Man Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
UT,
Lucky Dragons,
Shuggie Otis,
Sällskapet,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris & Cosey,
Pylon,
This Heat,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Hood,
The Move,
Faraquet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Copeland,
The Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Camouflage,
Steve Hackett,
Au Pairs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blackbyrds,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Halsall,
Depeche Mode,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.